Who: Jacob and Connor When: early morning, Friday, Dec 29th Where: hospital, home Warning: NSFW Status: complete (part 2)
They’d been spending a lot of time together, but Connor wasn’t fully adjusted to having a bedmate yet. He’d been out cold while Jacob was gone, hardly moving a muscle while his systems got some much needed rest. He wasn’t aware that his boy had returned for a while, but when he shifted position and felt a body there he didn’t expect, Connor woke up some. It was disorienting, as he had no idea what time it was, and for a second he thought he’d fallen asleep on shift. He put a hand on Jacob and sat halfway up, squinting around. There was light coming through the bedroom window, was he late? Fuck. “Time izzit?” he muttered, only slightly aware he was speaking at all.
Jacob was dozing, drifting in that space between wake and sleep where he was aware of things but not. He came fully awake when Connor sat up and checked his phone without having to think about it. "Five past four," he replied. "Still early." It was afternoon but considering how little Connor had slept and how early in the morning it had been when they finally came back to his place, Four PM was not late at all. "I used your razor, hope you don't mind," he added, hardly a priority but it was on his mind so it came tumbling out. "I hate not being able to shave. You look good though. Scruffy." He grinned faintly and flopped onto his back, stretching out comfortably and making a point to touch Connor as he did so. "How'd you sleep?"
At first Connor thought he meant four in the morning, but the light was all wrong for that. He recalled that he’d gone to sleep early in the morning, and now it was only afternoon, same day. Which meant he didn’t have to work, which was a huge relief. Why was it always harder to get oriented after sleeping during the daytime? Connor reached up to rub at his jaw and gave Jacob a faint, drowsy smile. “Thanks.” He relaxed back against the pillow again, though he rolled onto his side and propped his head up with one hand. He needed to piss, and his stomach was reminding him how little he’d eaten in the past twenty-four hours, but he could stay put for a moment or two. “Like a rock,” he answered Jacob with a faint chuckle. “Need some more, but ... are you hungry or anything?” Connor rested his hand against Jacob’s chest, the thumb stroking his skin idly.
Things didn't feel different between them but the trauma and the 'I love you' still bounced around in Jacob's head as he tried to suss out if Connor was being different. He was sleepy, so it probably wouldn't show right now and yet he couldn't stop searching for signs that he'd fucked this up. He didn't let it show, smiling softly at Connor as he covered his hand on his chest with his own. "I could eat but it can wait too." They needed to talk, or Jacob needed to talk and at the same time he really didn't want to. The timing was bad anyway, but that echo in his head wasn't letting up. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice going quieter with the more serious question.
Connor didn’t think he was giving off any outward signs of distress, so he recognized that as a deeper sort of question. The bad thing was, he didn’t know. He’d just woken up, and before he’d passed out he’d been too busy and then too tired to really think about what had happened. Connor had the dim sense that once he really started to dig into it mentally, it was going to be an Issue. He’d lived most of his life as a skeptic, a man who believed in science, not even particularly religious, and a lot of what he’d seen in the past forty-eight hours was ... surreal. If his body hadn’t been so sore and tired, he might’ve thought it was a bad dream. Connor wanted to blow off Jacob’s concern, but he didn’t at the same time. He wet his lips and was silent for a long moment as he considered his answer. “I’m not sure,” he admitted with a soft huff. “Have you ever read any Lovecraft? That whole ... ‘driven insane by things you can’t understand’ trope ... that’s about how I feel right now. Like if I really stop to think ... something might break. So I dunno.”
Jacob hadn't actually read any Lovecraft but he knew plenty about those stories from other sources so he nodded with a sad little smile. "It's hard to be skeptical of strange things when you end up in the middle of them. It's easier not to think about it." He felt selfish for wanting Connor to stay because if he actually loved him he'd want him to get out before it was too late. Point Pleasant had a hold on people but maybe Connor hadn't stayed long enough for it to stick. "Do you- are you going to leave?" He regretted the question as soon as it was out of his mouth. Connor had just woken up, he probably didn't feel like making big decisions so Jacob shook his head dismissively. "Sorry, one step at a time. Are you hungry?"
Connor wasn’t sure what Jacob meant for the first couple of seconds and he was about to reassure him that he probably didn’t have to go back to work today, but then Jacob took it back and Connor realized it was a bigger question. He frowned vaguely and ignored the diversion. He was indeed groggy and probably not thinking at his best, but he was used to having hard conversations when he was tired, it came with the territory. “What, you mean leave town? Just abandon you and my parents here? That’s a firm no.” Granted, he hadn’t had time to really think about what all of this meant for his knowledge of reality, or how that would affect him going forward, but Connor’s gut reaction was to feel offended that Jacob thought he could just cut ties and run. If shit like fog-monsters were real, and they undeniably were, he didn’t see how running would help anyway. “Are you going to leave?” he asked, arching a pointed brow at Jacob.
"No," Jacob said softly and shook his head but he knew he should. Sure, Portland had been hard. He'd barely made ends meet, the apartment he rented with Erin was expensive, commute was a bitch and he'd felt lonelier and out of sorts but he also hadn't had to deal with supernatural shit happening so maybe it was all worth it. Connor's life had probably been easier in Portland though, so it wasn't so weird to think he should go back. "After the tunnel I couldn't wait to get away but it didn't- it wasn't any better." Point Pleasant would always be a part of him and that apparently meant he would always want to come back. He liked how Connor put it at least, even if it came off as somewhat accusatory. He didn't want to abandon Jacob. "Having you here makes it easier."
Connor knew that Jacob had had a hard time before he’d left, and now he knew that what had happened to his friend wasn’t anything natural, but the connection still hadn’t happened in his mind that the entire town was dangerous. That all those murmurings about weird stories he’d heard since he’d started working in Point Pleasant were true. That this fog and what it had brought to their streets wasn’t an isolated incident. He was glad to hear that Jacob didn’t plan to run either, though he wouldn’t have blamed him much. Jacob was young and mobile, Connor still had family business to attend to in this backwoods place. Connor moved his hand to gently rest against the side of his neck, thumb tracing the line of Jacob’s jaw. “You should move in here,” he said. It was impulsive, but he’d already been thinking about it, in the idle hours and hours of the fog. He wanted Jacob closer, more accessible. Maybe that was a false sense of safety, but it was still there. “Or we can get a place somewhere else, if this is too close to the uh ... the tunnel.”
Jacob stared at him for a beat, his eyes widening, not just at the fact Connor was offering him to move in but that he was willing to move if Jacob wanted it. "Are you serious?" he asked quietly and it wasn't like he hadn't wanted this too but it was so early on and it was probably crazy. The world was crazy though so why couldn't they be? "You sure that's what you want?" he asked, his chest filling with little fluttery feelings and even if nothing became of it, it was nice to feel something exciting in a good way for a moment after all the terror that had dragged on for so long.
“Doesn’t seem so scary now,” Connor murmured with a rueful smile. What was moving fast in a relationship compared to crazy-ass monsters under cover of fog? That wasn’t a good reason though, he knew that, so his expression sobered up again as he nodded. “I’m serious though. If you want to try it.” He paused and studied Jacob’s face for a beat, then went on. “I worried like crazy about you, you were on my mind the whole time. If you’re under the same roof, I just ... I dunno, I just feel like you should be. If you want to.” Rational people would probably say that he hadn’t thought it through enough, but fuck them. Life was short and apparently even more terrifying than he’d thought, why not take the risk.
Jacob had been at work, as had Connor, so it wouldn't have helped them at all but who knew when the next terrible thing happened. Jacob didn't want to think twice about it, his answer was irrevocably yes even if he felt like he should drag his feet and be rational about it. He couldn't help the smile that slipped onto his face, already giving Connor an answer before he could vocalize it. He leaned in and kissed him quick on the lips. "As long as I have a place to draw, I can live anywhere," he murmured but sharing a bed with Connor every night sounded like a dream come true.
It wasn’t the most effusive answer, but that was fine by Connor. He could see the joy in Jacob’s face plain enough, and it made his own chest feel warm. He hadn’t thought about it enough to start fretting over whether or not Jacob would turn him down, but he found himself unsurprised by the response. They were pretty obviously falling for each other, whatever that meant in the context of their dynamic. Connor wanted to find out, and Jacob seemed to as well. And if he couldn’t have an irrational younger-man love affair at his age in a crazy small town, when could he? “You draw wherever you want here,” he answered with a smile, stealing another kiss from Jacob. “You’ll at least have more room and more privacy than where you’re at now, right?”
"That depends on you and your rules," Jacob replied cheekily but his smile was still soft and free of teasing. "I'll feel safer here," he added quietly. "With you." Connor might not be able to fight off giant fog monsters but Jacob slept better by his side and in general felt calmer around him and that went a long way to make him feel better. "You sure you won't go nuts with all the new stuff around?" Maybe Connor had lived with someone before, Jacob had no idea about his former lovers or subs or roommates. It stood to reason that he had and he could imagine that going back to cohabiting was a big step for someone who had gotten used to his privacy. Jacob would make it worth his while, he decided. He was a tidy person in general - except when it came to his drawing area but they'd figure that one out somehow - and Connor might enjoy coming home to a clean house and coffee already brewing. Maybe that was a fantasy and it wouldn't be that easy but it was nice to dream.
Connor’s experience with live-in boyfriends was sparse, and he knew he wasn’t always the easiest person to live with. He insisted on things being clean and orderly, which was easy to do when he lived alone and was at work seventy percent of his life. Adding another person into the mix was always challenging. But in this temporary place, where he had so much on his mind, Connor didn’t think it would be a problem. He’d never seen Jacob’s room, but the boy seemed neat and not opposed to chores. “I won’t go nuts,” he answered with a faint chuckle, gazing warmly at Jacob. “And if I get close to it, we’ll work it out.” In his ideal fantasy, his boy wouldn’t even have to work, and would be happy being a 24/7 sub, doing whatever he wanted during Connor’s work hours, but taking care of the house and being home to greet him and all that. It was romantic, in his mind. As was Jacob saying he felt safer there. It made Connor cuddle in closer and slip his arm around his boy to give him a squeeze. “You sure you want to come be my house boy?” he murmured, half-teasing.
In the corner of his mind's eye Jacob pictured the look on Jocelyn's face when he'd told her Connor was his dom. He could easily imagine she'd have some thoughts on him moving in here so soon, seeing red flags everywhere. She wouldn't be wrong either, if he was on the outside looking in, he might have thought it was a risky move. Connor might end up being way more controlling than he was prepared to deal with, he'd certainly heard of dom/sub relationships that got really unhealthy, he just couldn't imagine this particular relationship going that way. Then Connor was holding him tightly and there was no way he could ever force himself to say no. "Is this what that is?" he asked, grinning contently. "'Cause yeah, I'd love to be your houseboy." It was probably not going to be like that. He still had work, he wasn't going to just quit but dreaming was free.
That answer was a bit intriguing and Connor’s eyebrow quirked upward as some small excited feeling squirmed in his stomach. Maybe it was ludicrous to be having this conversation after the kind of days they’d just been through, but he didn’t care. This might end up being a bad decision for multiple reasons, but that could be said about pretty much anything. He didn’t think Jacob was going to kill him in his sleep and make off with his credit cards or something, so why not give himself room to make a mistake? He didn’t have that room in other areas of his life, and it was exhausting. “Don’t tease me,” he murmured with a warm little chuckle. “Really though ... have you ever thought about a twenty-four-seven sort of arrangement? Does that appeal at all?”
"It... does," Jacob admitted with a touch of hesitation because he was well aware of how big that was and how easily it could go wrong. "But we'd have to talk about it, about what it means. I don't want to go into it blind or anything." He felt it keenly how bad he really was at sussing out his own feelings and desires now that he knew they'd really need to discuss it and he bit his lip as he considered it. "I trust you, but I don't want to get into a situation where... where we ruin what we have." Again Jocelyn was in his mind, acting like a little voice of reason, questioning just how much power he'd be giving Connor, if he'd isolate himself too much, what it would mean for the future and for his friendships.
Jacob’s hesitation was completely understandable. Honestly, Connor would’ve been worried if he didn’t hesitate. They were moving fast, that was true, but that didn’t mean they had to be completely reckless. “Of course, we would negotiate, find what works best for both of us,” he assured him. Connor shifted his arm so he could run his fingers idly through the side of Jacob’s hair. “I know it’s the kind of thing that can go really, really wrong, but I always want to be flexible with you.” He could practically see the gears turning in Jacob’s head, and Connor knew they both weren’t at their best, so he didn’t press it. He kissed his boy’s jaw and gave him another small squeeze. “Just think about it. Not somethin’ we have to iron out right now.”
"See? That's why I trust you," Jacob said softly and it was hard to cling to that rational thought and not throw himself into it one hundred percent. He felt safe here, cared for, loved. Not having to make decisions about his life, having someone guide him and take care of him - it was all he really wanted. "I want to be all yours," he told him, sneaking a little kiss to Connor's lips. "But I do have friends who'll be really annoyed if they never see me." The last bit was tongue in cheek because he was certain Connor wouldn't want him isolated, but hell, what did he know? Maybe that was exactly what Connor wanted, despite his best intentions. Desire wasn't always rational and a small part of Jacob wanted that isolation too, to just forget everything outside of his bedroom and let this be his life. It wasn't healthy or sane but at least he recognized it and as a result rejected it.
Just the words ‘I want to be all yours’ sent a pleasant little rush of blood into Connor’s crotch. It was almost a Pavlovian reaction by this point. The rest of it made him chuckle faintly. It might be a nice occasional fantasy to think about having a dedicated sex slave, someone who was completely his to control, but even the fantasy didn’t appeal to Connor all the time. He wanted a partner ... one with unequal power on the surface, but still a full person he could cherish and take care of. To him, full time dominance didn’t reduce someone to their sexy bits, it ran much deeper than that. “I don’t want some princess to lock up in a tower,” he murmured, nudging their noses together a bit. “You’ll still have a life, I want you to live it. I just ... I want to take care of you. Give you some security and structure, if you want it. Everything out there is so crazy, I want us to make sense. ... and tell me if it’s too fast and you’re not ready, I’ll understand.”
"It doesn't feel too fast," Jacob admitted. "Maybe it should, but it doesn't. We can try it out for a while, figure out how it works for us." His chest felt full and warm as he spoke and it would be so easy to get lost in the emotion and not think about the logic at all. That was part of the appeal too, not having to be the one to do the logical things, leaving decisions to someone else. He idly stroked Connor's arm, liking the way the conversation was taking place in a warm bed with their faces so close. It was intimate instead of rigid. "I know I can say no," he felt like he had to say, just so Connor didn't doubt his decision. "I know you'd be okay with that, but I want this."
All of that was reassuring to hear. Jacob was young, and Connor did want to make decisions for him and take care of things, but he still had to respect the boy’s autonomy. If what he wanted lined up with what Connor wanted, then why not embrace that? It didn’t come along every day. He reminded himself that they were adults and didn’t need to justify their relationship to anyone else. Connor closed the small gap between their mouths again to kiss him, lingering in it this time, soft and slow. The idea of waking up like this every morning -- even though it was technically evening -- made all of his insides feel warm. “I’ll do everything I can to not become a mistake in your life,” he murmured against Jacob’s lips. Having been in his early twenties once himself, Connor know what a vulnerable time it could be. He wanted to do right by Jacob.
That was probably the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to Jacob, with the side benefit of sounding really wise. He smiled into the kiss and slipped his arm around Connor. "That's the last thing I'm worried about." He couldn't imagine it happening, which didn't mean it absolutely couldn't happen but it just seemed so unlikely. Jacob couldn't shake the feeling that if this ended it would be in amicable terms and even that wasn't something he wanted to think about because this ending would no doubt result in a deep, long standing depression on his end - something Connor did not need to know.
“Good. I don’t want you to worry about anything anymore,” Connor said softly. That was too tall of an order, of course, they were still human. But he was going to lift as many of Jacob’s worries off his shoulders as he could. His lovely, artsy boy had been through enough. He wasn’t naive enough to think that this would last forever yet, but even small islands of peace could make a difference in someone’s life. Connor kissed Jacob’s lips again, then his nose, then started to pull away with a groan. “I’ve had to piss since I woke up, hold that thought,” he murmured with a chuckle.
Jacob wasn't sure why that made him laugh since needing to pee wasn't exactly funny but he did, flopping back onto his back to give Connor space to leave. It was probably just that he felt happy and safe, finally, even if there was no rational reason to feel safe after everything. Denial was a powerful and necessary thing, almost as vital to a person's wellbeing as food and water. He couldn't be scared all the time and Connor made it easier to leave it behind. It was almost like the 'no clothes in the bedroom' rule included a 'no fear in the bedroom' clause and Jacob was more than fine with that. He watched Connor walk away and reached up to touch his collar, a reminder of what he was signing up for and how good it made him feel.
Connor took care of business in the bathroom, washed his face and hands, then brushed his teeth. He felt more awake and more human with all that done, and even more comfortable with the conversation they’d just been having. Jacob wanted to be all his. It made his chest feel all fluttery. He was aware that the giddiness was probably related to all the fear and trauma of the past couple of days, they were now on the high end of the rollercoaster, but Connor felt in control of himself enough to know he wouldn’t regret it. He emerged from the bathroom and just stood near the doorway for a moment, openly admiring what he could see of Jacob outside of the covers. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as he ambled in closer to the bed. Connor plucked up one edge of the blanket and slowly pulled it all the way off of Jacob, just to see more.
Jacob had spent two long days feeling like a waste of space and resources, being openly admired like this soothed that burn more than it probably should and he couldn't help but smile coyly again. "So are you," he whispered, slowly shifting his weight to pose a little without thinking much about it as he looked Connor up and down. Because damn, he was beautiful too, strong and fit, his dark eyes never ceasing to mesmerize. He had a way of making Jacob feel beautiful simply with the way he looked at him and he was glad he'd taken time to shave and freshen up before coming back to bed.
If Jacob hadn’t said he liked Connor’s scruff, he might have shaved too, but since it was normally a rarity, he’d decided to leave it be for now. Let the boy enjoy it. His boy. Connor liked the way Jacob repositioned himself and gave him the look over. Like some seductive feline. He rubbed his hand down over his own chest and stomach to his cock, toying with it just enough to stay casual about it, though he could already feel some blood rushing south. Maybe it was fucked up to be horny after the trauma of the past couple of days, but Connor didn’t give a shit. It felt very human. “I missed you,” he murmured, the tone of it carrying a different sort of meaning than before.
Jacob's eyes followed Connor's hand hungrily and it didn't feel wrong at all indulging in this because he felt good for the first time in days, like he had a place in the world, like life had good things to offer too. Good things like this man who wanted him and looked so damn hot standing there, touching himself. "I missed you too," Jacob murmured, the new meaning clear to him and fully reciprocated. He sat up and shuffled around until he was on his knees, so tempted to bring his hand to his own cock but resisting the urge until Connor told him to do it.
He was a sight, kneeling there on the bed with his hard dick straining between his thighs and just the collar on. It made Connor want to lick and bite him all over. This was would do for now though. “Tease yourself,” he instructed, nodding slightly toward Jacob’s cock. He wrapped his hand loosely around his own to give it a few soft strokes. It wasn’t a very specific order, but he wanted to see what Jacob would do with it, how he interpreted ‘tease.’
Jacob had wanted Connor to join him on the bed, his mouth was watering with the need to lick and kiss him and his fingers itched to run over his skin. He stifled a little whine and bit his lip, smiling around it as he wrapped his fingers loosely around his cock and gave it a little stroke. Connor hadn't told him to stroke himself, or even touch himself, just tease so he kept the touch to the tips of his fingers, lightly running the index finger over the head of his cock before moving back down the shaft. "This is yours," he whispered. "What do you want me to do with it?"
It was a tantalizing tease to watch, and one corner of Connor’s mouth quirked upward slightly. The words made his own cock throb sweetly, fully hard now in his hand as he watched Jacob’s long fingers ghost over his skin. Connor wanted to be doing it for him, but not quite yet. “Stroke yourself,” he said, low and soft. “Let me see how turned on you are.” He slowly climbed back onto the bed, but he stayed out of reach, stretching out on his side and watching Jacob. Connor went back to teasing his own cock, content to just enjoy the show for now. “Remind me why I missed looking at you so much.”
Jacob felt a little thrill inside, fluttering around his chest as more warmth spread to his cock and balls. Connor could do that with just his voice, even talking to him on the phone did things to Jacob. He pushed himself up a little, presenting himself more as he started stroking himself more firmly, looking Connor in the eye even as his gaze wanted to stray down to his hand and the hard cock it was touching. It felt so good, going from feeling like nothing to feeling this wanted, like he was worthwhile, something to behold. "Like this?" he asked quietly, bringing his free hand up to brush over a sensitive nipple.
He was getting better at this, Connor thought, more comfortable with showing himself off. Connor approved -- he thought every inch of Jacob was beautiful, and deserved to be displayed as much as he wanted. Connor didn’t try to control his own gaze nearly as much, letting it roam freely and slowly over the lovely little scene in front of him. “Mmhmm,” he hummed in response, his own hand lazily running over his cock. “Does that feel good? Is that how you do it when you’re alone?” Connor gave him a questioning, amused sort of glance. He’d not successfully made Jacob masturbate in front of him yet, he was always too greedy about touching him, too hungry for him to keep his hands and cock to himself. That would probably be the case this evening too, but why not challenge himself a little?
It did feel good and Jacob nodded to that question, then smiled at the second one. "No," he murmured. "I'm a lot lazier when I'm alone." He would never pose like this, putting a little strain on his thighs and hips to hold himself up, his knees digging into the mattress. Alone he'd be lying down, probably on his side, a video playing on his phone if he didn't have Connor's voice to guide him instead. He liked toys too sometimes, when he wasn't too tired to sneak off to clean them after, but since Connor came into his life he didn't feel the need as often, preferring the real thing. He could have told Connor all of that but he bit his lip, soaking in the way Connor was looking at him. "Do you like it? Is this how you want me to do it?"
That made sense, Connor supposed. He’d never made a big production out of jerking off in private either, and it was more of a chore than anything to him these days. He much preferred to have a partner involved now, it was quality over quantity and he’d learned he liked to conserve his sexual energy until times like these. “Mm, so eager to please,” he practically purred, obviously approving of that particular trait. Connor flashed a little grin and jiggled his hard cock a bit. “I do like it, can’t you tell?” He let go of himself to sit up a bit for a moment, reaching for the lube bottle he just left out on the bedside table now. Connor popped the top on it and leaned over to dribble some out onto Jacob’s cock for him. “There,” he murmured as he settled back again, propped up against the pillows and headboard this time. “Keep stroking ... come here and put my cock in your mouth.”
Jacob arched a little when the lube dripped onto his cock and the stroking definitely felt better with a slick hand. He licked his lips at the command, moving slowly but decisively closer to Connor and all but draped himself over his thighs to kiss his abdomen. God he had missed him, missed this, but it didn't feel right to say it right now, not when he wanted to lose himself in the sex and the attention. He glanced up at Connor once more before lowering himself down to give his cock a it a tentative lick before letting it slip between his lips.
Just watching him move around was sexy to Connor, and he did so with relish as Jacob moved in close. Connor held his cock upright for the licking, giving the base a squeeze as Jacob’s lips wrapped around it. He slid his free hand into the boy’s hair, eyes roaming hungrily over him. Connor gave the strands a tug before he ran his palm down Jacob’s back, then around to drift his fingertips down the boy’s arm where he was still working his cock. “Next time you jerk off, I want you to think about this moment,” he murmured to him, his hand moving back into Jacob’s hair to clench lightly. “How my thick cock feels in your mouth. How you only get to touch yourself because I said you could.”
Jacob hummed contently in reply, the words sending a pleasant thrumming through his body. He sometimes thought he could come without touching himself if Connor said the right things at the right time, if he really worked up to it. It might not be realistic but at least the words and Connor's voice made him feel like it was possible. He gave his own cock a little squeeze, happily riding that little wave of a thrill. His other hand was still holding up his weight, pressed into the mattress but if he shifted just a little he could rest that weight on his elbow and bring his hand to Connor's arm. He let his fingers rest lightly there, feeling the subtle move of muscles when Connor clenched his fist around his cock.
Jacob looked so lovely with his mouth full of Connor, his expression close to blissful. Connor loved how much he enjoyed giving -- it wasn’t a trait every submissive had, some of them just liked to be spoiled. But Jacob was generous and enthusiastic, and goddamn did he know how to use his mouth. “That’s my good boy,” Connor whispered to him, sinking further into that warm and hazy state of pleasure. He used his grip in Jacob’s hair to guide his head some, pushing him down further on Connor’s cock and then back up. He let it go on like that for another couple of minutes, just indulging in selfish pleasure, but then Connor moved, sitting up a bit and nudging Jacob backward. “Lie down,” he instructed in a murmur, patting the bed next to him. “On your back.”
Jacob had slipped into a blissful state of barely there and while he'd laugh off the notion that giving a blowjob was somehow zen he had to admit that it was almost meditative, especially with Connor guiding him and taking charge. He was a little dazed when Connor made him stop but he moved eventually, a little slow to react. He still had his hand on his own cock, but he'd kept the strokes light, more a warm-up or a tease than anything more substantial. His pleasure belonged to Connor and he was keenly aware of it even if everything else was a little hazy. He stretched out on his back, his gaze fixed on Connor's face, eyelids droopy and lips parted and slick. He knew what he probably looked like and by now he knew Connor liked it and that felt good. Just like forgetting everything that had happened - if only for a little bit - felt good.
Getting lost in this with his boy -- his boy, entirely, 24/7 now, the fact kept thrumming warmly in the back of Connor’s mind -- it was the perfect way to wash everything else away. All that exhaustion and fear and uncertainty shrank in the face of these overwhelmingly good feelings. Connor didn’t want to only indulge himself. He reached for the lube bottle and settled on his side next to Jacob, scooting in close and draping his leg heavily over Jacob’s thigh. He got his hand slicked up and wrapped it around the boy’s straining cock, loving how hard it felt against his palm. Connor nudged his nose against Jacob’s temple and then kissed it as he slowly started to stroke him. “If you’re all mine, then all your pleasure is all mine too, understand?” he murmured to him, low and soft. “And you don’t get to come without permission.”
"I understand," Jacob whispered, arching into the touch and closing his eyes. It was something he already knew but Connor didn't always push for it so there had been moments when he came without being told he could. He wanted to touch Connor back but it was a little awkward in this position so he kept one hand at the base of his own cock, the other lightly resting against Connor's thigh. "I'll do my best," he murmured because at some point he suspected Connor might really test his resolve and he might not be able to hold back.
Connor knew that some rules were made to be broken, and sometimes it was impossible to follow them to the letter. Especially when said rules involved involuntary physical reactions. That was part of the fun for him, if he was being honest. Pushing a sub past his pleasure-limits. Connor hummed some acknowledgement and kept his hand moving, the grip still loose enough to be teasing. He pressed some more slow kisses against the side of Jacob’s head and back to his ear, where he gave the lobe a nibble. “I always want your best,” he murmured, his fingers briefly dipping down lower to stroke at Jacob’s balls. “Do you want to be a good boy for me, Jacob?”
"Mmhmm," Jacob murmured a bit helplessly and turned his head just a bit in encouragement because that nibble sent pleasant jolts straight to his cock. "Always." Maybe he should be bad more often, he wasn't sure if maybe Connor missed punishments, but he'd yet to feel the urge to be a brat with him and he wasn't sure he ever would, it just wasn't in his nature. There was still room for mistakes and spankings, he was still feeling his way around the dynamics of their relationship.
Connor had figured out pretty early that Jacob wasn’t a natural brat, he was too eager to please, at least in this context. He knew that might change as they got more comfortable and playful, but he was fine with it either way. He just wanted Jacob to be free to happily be himself, whether that was sassy and spanked or obedient and rewarded, or some mix of both. People were complicated. This felt simple though, just playing with his boy in bed, making them both feel good after an unspeakably shitty couple of days. Connor nuzzled and nibbled at Jacob’s ear some more, tightening the slick grip around his cock a bit.
Jacob opened his eyes to look at Connor though he couldn't see him all that clearly with how close to each other they were. He took a moment just to study his lashes and the shape of his brows, the beautiful and familiar little details of his skin. He felt both tense and relaxed in a beautiful combination, his muscles tight as he was already bucking his hips slowly to fuck Connor's hand, but his mind felt calm and clear, even in the haze of his arousal. "Feels so good," he whispered under his breath, quelling the urge to return the pleasure in order to enjoy and stay in the moment.
Even if he had little interest in being fucked himself, Connor loved the way Jacob’s hips moved. He was watching, dark lashes low against his cheeks, drinking in the ripple of lithe muscles in his boy’s stomach and thighs. Connor’s cock was aching for direct attention, but the friction from being pressed against Jacob’s hip felt damn good all on its own. He could be patient and just enjoy pleasuring his sub. “Good,” he murmured next to Jacob’s ear. “It feels even better to fuck you ... you’re always so tight ...” Connor squeezed Jacob’s cock even more firmly and stroked him a bit harder. “Do you wanna get fucked tonight, boy?”
Jacob usually wanted to get fucked, he loved it when Connor fucked him, but weirdly enough he wasn't dying for it right now. Maybe it was just that he loved the way Connor was holding onto him and he didn't want to move, or that he was getting so close just with his hand, or maybe he was just really emotionally tired still and making decisions was beyond him. "If you want," he whispered, his breath hitching a little. "This is good too." He was squirming by now, digging his heels into the mattress as that pleasure started building toward orgasm. It wasn't so intense that he couldn't hold back, he could feel that already, so he didn't ask. Not yet.
Connor didn’t plan on rushing into anything, as he was thoroughly enjoying himself as well. But he also didn’t plan on taking Jacob back home anytime soon. He didn’t have any doubt that he would want more of his boy before the day was done. For the moment he just relished how hard Jacob’s cock felt, and that pretty way he thrust upward into Connor’s hand. He loosened his grip again, just ghosting his hand over the boy’s cock to toy with the sensitive nerves and rubbing his palm lightly over the very tip. “I can’t wait to come home to you every night,” Connor whispered, nuzzling him again. He gave Jacob’s earlobe another sharp nip. “Fuck you whenever I want. Put my cock in your mouth whenever I feel like it. My live-in fucktoy.”
Jacob moaned, the words as powerful as the physical touches, rushing through him and making his insides clench pleasantly. Realistic or not, he loved the idea of it, of always being there, of Connor always having control and hearing him say it, the way he said it, it made that climb to climax suddenly more intense. "Anytime you want," he whispered, barely keeping his eyes open and unaware that he'd grabbed hold of Connor's arm, squeezing. "So close," he gasped with a shuddered breath and started focusing on not rushing it.
God, that was a delicious noise. Connor was tempted to just keep jerking him off, to let him come all over himself and then tell him what a filthy slutty boy he was and how much Connor loved that about him. But teasing him and edging him was even more appealing. Jacob was all his to do whatever with, after all. So Connor quickly released Jacob’s cock completely, pulling his hand out of range but letting it hover. “You didn’t ask permission,” he reminded him softly. “I can’t just let my pretty little fucktoy come whenever he wants, can I?” Connor kissed at the side of Jacob’s neck, stroking just his fingertips against the boy’s straining cock. “I’m not done with you,” he added, and bit into his neck.
"I know," Jacob whined, even if he'd meant to just say it because yeah, he was aware and he was trying not to come without asking but damn. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he sucked in air, pushing his hips up to follow Connor's hand. It was mean and sweet and he loved it and hated it, grinning faintly. "I won't come without asking," he promised. "Please don't stop." He couldn't remember ever having a lover who made him squirm this much and he just wanted to rub himself against Connor's body everywhere he could reach.
Connor loved the word ‘please’ in all sexual situations, but he found it especially hot when combined with ‘don’t stop.’ The way Jacob tried to thrust up at his hand was tantalizing and weirdly cute at the moment in a way that made Connor’s chest feel full. “You’d better not,” he warned warmly. Connor teased at the underside of Jacob’s cock for another few brushes of his fingers, then wrapped his hand around him again. He pushed his erection more firmly into Jacob’s hip and stroked his slick cock torturously slow. “You’d better ask me nicely, too,” he murmured. “Or the answer might be no.”
Jacob made a soft little sound, some combination of laughing and whining, frustrated and delighted all at once. "Please, please," he said, a little smile on his face despite the discomfort of it all. "I'll make you feel so good if you let me come, I'll do anything you want." He knew he would anyway and he knew Connor did too, but sweet promises were all he had at the moment. "Anything at all," he added in a whisper and his cock was starting to ache with the need for a firmer grip, for something more than that light and slow teasing.
Connor did indeed know that Jacob would do anything he asked whether he let him come or not, sooner or later. Even so, that begging was so sweet in his ears. He was tempted to try and make that ‘later,’ to get Jacob right on the edge and then declare it his turn. But there was something more warm and intimate about the vibe between them right now, Connor wasn’t feeling very sadistic. He wanted to spoil Jacob instead, blow away any doubt about the decision he’d made to completely belong to Connor. So he gripped Jacob’s cock tighter and stroked him with more speed, building up the rhythm. “Well I want you to worship and suck on my cock,” he murmured into Jacob’s ear, all of the light teasing gone from his tone. “Your mouth belongs to me now, and I’m going to fuck it until I come down that pretty throat of yours.”
The words and the images they invoked in Jacob's mind did more to ramp up his arousal than Connor's hand on his cock did and he gasped as he bucked up into Connor's grip. He had thought he had a pretty good handle on himself but that had probably only been because Connor hadn't really given him a lot of stimulation and he sure as hell hadn't been saying things like that. "It's your mouth," he agreed eagerly. "You can do whatever you want with me." It was not a hard promise to make, he loved sucking Connor's dick, whether it was a gentle or rough affair and he wanted it now, wishing for everything at once and not for the first time.
Connor gave a low-pitched hum of approval, rocking his hips to rub his cock against Jacob’s skin just to feel that delicious friction. He pictured Jacob on his knees with tears running down his cheeks and his lips wrapped around the base of Connor’s cock. The boy could already take it pretty deep, but Connor wanted to throat-fuck him at the moment, make him gag and choke on it and love every second. It was very tempting now to just roll Jacob onto his side and start fucking him senseless, but Connor did want to save some energy for later. He kept stroking Jacob’s cock, drinking in how tense and trembly he was and relishing the anticipation of how good his mouth would feel. “All of you is mine now,” Connor told him. “And I’m going to use you as much as I want, whenever I want. Every hole. You’re going to drip with my come every day ...”
Jacob was pretty sure he could hold on a little longer but he also wouldn't be surprised if Connor made him draw it out so asking nicely was going to have to start now and not later, just in case. He hadn't exactly practiced holding back and he was so eager to please, fucking up wasn't really an option in his mind. "Can I come?" he asked breathlessly and no, it wasn't even early enough because his balls felt so full and tight already and Connor was doing things with his hands that made it hard for Jacob to focus on anything but that sensation of pressure and slick stroking, all in a delicious, quick rhythm.
Connor was caught again in the conflict between wanting to be mean and torture Jacob with denied pleasure, and wanting to give it all to him and watch him peak and lose control of himself. He kept stroking with the same grip, but slowed down just a tiny bit for the moment. “I don’t know,” he murmured teasingly. “Will you still suck my cock like it’s your favorite thing to do? You’re so hot when you’re all worked up and slutty.” Connor bit at his earlobe again, twisting his fist around the head of Jacob’s cock just to give him a bit of extra sensation. “Will you prove you’re still a good boy if I spoil you and let you come first?” he whispered.
"Oh, no, no no no," Jacob whined, gasping softly as it became too much for a moment and he thought he was about to lose control. His body lurched with the effort not to come, his muscles trembling as he dug his heels into the mattress again. "I'll be so good, so so good," he then whispered and it was getting hard to remember exactly what he was replying to or promising. "Please, please, please-" he chanted and his balls felt so tight, his cock so sensitive, he was sure that if Connor did that little twist again he was going to come, with or without his permission.
Fuck, it was so delicious, Connor wanted to spend hours just doing this, keeping Jacob right on that edge and squirming and begging. He deserved some relief today though, they both did. They’d been through enough, it was time to feel good. Connor could thoroughly torture him another time. He butted his forehead against Jacob’s temple. “Come, boy,” he commanded, his voice deep and soft. “Come for me.” As he said it, Connor sped his hand up, twisting it at the tip again and aiming Jacob’s cock at his chest.
Jacob felt a flash of relief and gratitude before it was gone in a haze of pleasure and for a few seconds he wasn't thinking a damn thing, crying out as his body jerked under Connor's expert touch. It was a strong one, like he owed his body that much for leaving it wanting for so long, or maybe there was just so much build up of tension and fear that it made everything more intense. He dug his fingers into Connor's thigh, grounded by the weight of it, his body wound tight and trembling for a long time before he finally slumped back down on the bed, panting hard. "Thank you," he said, or meant to say. It came out fuzzy and slurred, like he didn't quite have control over himself yet, even his mouth.
It was obviously an intense orgasm, and that made it gorgeous; Connor enjoyed watching and feeling it almost as much as Jacob seemed to be enjoying having it. He felt some precum leak out of the tip of his own cock as Jacob’s jerked and pulsed in his hand. Connor was mildly impressed by the reach, chuckling faintly as he dipped his head a bit to lick a stray bit of cum off of the front of Jacob’s shoulder. Most of it had landed on his stomach in a lovely pearlescent pool. Connor kept slow-stroking him until the boy seemed all wrung out, then he just let Jacob’s cock rest in his fist, loving the last little twitches it gave. “You held out so well,” he purred to him, rubbing his erection against his hip once more. “And I know it was hard. You’re such a good little slut, I’m so proud.” He kissed Jacob’s cheek, then added, “Don’t pass out on me though, you’re not done.”
For some reason the words made Jacob smile. He was well aware that he wasn't done, that he'd made a promise to be oh so good and that he really wanted to keep that promise. "I want to take care of you," he said breathlessly, turning his head to nudge his nose against Connor's face. "Just... just give me a minute." His body still felt like it was vibrating and his heart was beating so hard he could feel it damn near everywhere. Connor's hand on his cock made him feel something that toed the line between ecstasy and pain the longer he did it and he realized he was still curling his toes and squirming. "Please," he added softly and belatedly, remembering his manners and his status, another little smile playing on his lips.
Connor wasn’t going to rush him into it, even though that was fun sometimes, keeping a sub off-balance and locked in their pleasure-haze. But since Jacob had asked so nicely ... he chuckled again and nuzzled their noses together before he kissed the boy, soft and deep. Connor didn’t let go of his cock until he felt it relax and soften, then he moved his hand to wipe the slickness off on the sheet next to him before he cupped the side of Jacob’s jaw and neck. He loved feeling the collar there, the cool weight of it, just like the bracelet around his wrist. Connor hoped Jacob loved it too. “It gets me so hot to watch you come,” he murmured, reaching for one of the boy’s hands. Connor pulled it to his own cock so Jacob could feel how hard he was more directly. “Someday I’m gonna see how many times I can make you do it in a day, maybe keep you tied to the bed, my perfect toy.”
Jacob had forgotten everything about the past two days for the time being, the terror and his self loathing alike. He was blissfully oblivious to almost everything but Connor and his own body, his stomach twisting happily at the sensuous kiss. He reveled in it for as long as it lasted, his body calming, his breathing getting steadier, his heart slowing down. The happy riot in his stomach remained the same though and Connor's words made his softening cock twitch a little. He gripped Connor's cock as if on autopilot, lightly brushing his thumb over the head. "I want to make you come," he murmured, his gaze lazily raking Connor's face. "Tell me what you want and it's yours."
Jacob making him come had been the plan all along, but Connor still appreciated hearing that he wanted to. It wasn’t surprising, of course, but it was definitely delicious. He pushed his cock a tiny bit into Jacob’s hand, enjoying the pressure combined with that adoring look in his boy’s eyes. “I want you to suck my cock,” he murmured back, heated want evident in his eyes. “Take your time, indulge me. Show me how much you enjoy it, even though I let you come first.” Connor was feeling like getting spoiled now, it was his turn.
"I love it," Jacob corrected him in a lazy drawl as he shifted his weight and pulled back away from Connor enough to get turned around and settled on his knees. "I love your cock," he added with a little grin and for now the reminder of what he had said on the phone could go fuck itself because he didn't want to think about that or the reasons why he'd blurted that out in the first place. His focus was on Connor's naked body, that gorgeous cock in his hand, hard and standing at attention for him. Jacob might have already gotten his but there was so much more to sex than just orgasming. Like this, stroking his dominant's cock, feeling it twitch underneath his fingertips, soon tasting it too. He leaned in toward Connor's face first, stopping just inches away. "Can I kiss you first?"
The correction made Connor smile, but it was short lived as that hazy half-lidded expression took back over his face. He knew Jacob loved his cock, but he had yet to tire of hearing it. The feeling was mutual. He watched the boy move, adjusting to give him room between his thighs. His hand felt good, but that pretty mouth was going to feel even better. Connor gazed up at Jacob as he got close, another smile twitching his lips. “You may,” he murmured, letting the boy make the move to actually do so.
Jacob felt that familiar little rush of gratitude go through him and his smile softened as he leaned in and kissed Connor, slow and soft and thorough. Connor had told him to take his time and indulge, that could absolutely go for kissing too. He kept stroking him slowly as their tongues played together, keeping the touch light since there wasn't enough lubrication to really make it feel good. He didn't need that for what was next. He finally pulled back, taking a couple of seconds just to look at Connor's eyes and fuck, that stupid thing he said was probably true. He pushed it away again, snuck one short chaste kiss on Connor's lips before pushing back and taking his cock in his mouth. He did love sucking his cock, both on his own terms and on Connor's, whether it was rough or - like now - gentle. It filled his mouth so nicely, it was such a sweet mix of soft and hard, it even tasted good.
Connor let out a soft, deep sound into the lingering kiss, enjoying it as much as he had a few moments prior. It felt good to be kissed, to just go with the flow and not have to control every tiny detail. Jacob was a fantastic kisser and he tasted good, and his hand felt delightfully teasing. Connor licked his lips as they stared at one another for a heartbeat or two, and felt that same strong pull in his chest that kept happening in moments like these. It felt like warmth flooded his whole torso as Jacob moved his head lower and finally put his mouth on Connor. He let his head fall back against the pillow and his eyes drifted shut as that singular sort of pleasure started to build. Hands were one thing, the hot wet mouth of his devoted sub was quite another. Connor let out a long slow breath as his boy got started, the fingers of one hand carding through his hair.
It hadn't been long since Jacob had absolutely believed he would never feel good again. It was an unreasonable fear, considering he'd believed it before and been proven wrong. The important part was that he felt good again, warm and safe and aroused - if not physically, then emotionally. His body might be spent but he loved doing this, feeling Connor's pleasure ramping up and all the subtle little signs that he was enjoying it. His hand in Jacob's hair was soothing and encouraging and Jacob was immeasurably happy with how in sync they were. Rough was fun sometimes, but right now this was exactly what he needed; closeness, affection, warmth. He didn't rush, letting Connor's pleasure build slowly, not quite teasing since he was still lavishing him with pleasure, just not pushing for it to happen too soon.
Connor had often thought that his over-abundance of empathy was useful when it came to his work, and he knew it was useful in the relationships he’d had. Being a good dom meant being able to tune into so many unspoken signs, and he’d been extremely happy to find that Jacob was fairly easy for him to read. It added immeasurably to their chemistry and made Connor think this relationship could be more than just a dalliance. He gave a soft moan as Jacob’s mouth worked up and down his cock, his fingers stroking and lightly clenching in the boy’s soft hair. It was a sweetly indulgent feeling, to lie there and sink into the place where all he had to focus on was how good he felt, and Connor did it gratefully. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to Jacob, sounding almost reverent. “That feels so good.”
The words washed over Jacob like warm water, sustaining him and making him feel like he was right where he was supposed to be and that there was nothing wrong with him. This was all he wanted, this sense of belonging and purpose and explaining it to people was impossible unless they felt that same thing. He wanted to belong to Connor, to hear those words from him, to be beautiful to him, desired and pleasurable. In any other context it would make him feel shallow and dumb, lacking ambition even, but not here and now. Belonging to Connor was a gift and Connor proved time and again that he was worthy of that gift. He hummed contently around his cock, glancing up to meet his gaze. Connor was beautiful too, not that he could tell him that right this minute but he hoped he could see it in Jacob's eyes and the way he looked at him.
The open adoration in Jacob’s eyes just made what he was doing with his mouth feel even better. Connor had played through plenty of scenes in his kinky life, he’d been worshipped from head to toe by submissives who he liked and had real affection for, but none of them held a candle to this. Jacob loved him -- too fast or not, blurted out or not, the emotion was there. Connor could see it and feel it, and it called up strong feelings in his chest. Most people would probably say this was foolish on both their parts, it was happening to quickly and couldn’t be real, but it was. And after everything that had happened the past few days, Connor just felt like it was even more real. His breathing had gotten heavier, and his hips slowly rocked upward, pushing his cock a bit deeper into Jacob’s perfect mouth. Connor moved his hand to the back of the boy’s neck to grip it, needing the connection, wanting him to feel how tenderly possessive Connor felt of him.
Jacob felt it as strongly as he felt Connor's touch and it felt good to be so sure of something when he usually wasn't. In this moment he had no doubts about what he was to Connor or what Connor was to him. He belonged to him because Connor wanted him and right now it was like he was giving him one of many reminders why he wanted him and it boosted his confidence even more when he felt his body reacting. He knew it would sound stupid if he tried to explain it to someone, men were easy to please they'd probably say, but he didn't need to explain it or himself, he just needed to be. This he was good at he thought almost smugly as he worked Connor's cock, paying attention to the way his body reacted, to the way his muscles tensed and his eyes got darker with pleasure.
Jacob was certainly good at it, and for a while Connor rode that thin line between being physically hungry to come and not wanting the sensations to be over yet. Eventually Jacob’s mouth and his body won out over the greed of his mind, and Connor stopped trying to push back his orgasm. He was still gripping Jacob, one hand on the back of his neck and the other around his forearm, and he arched up off the bed a bit as the pleasure took over, giving a few shaky thrusts into the boy’s mouth. Connor let out a deep groan as his cock throbbed and spilled, loving the quiet intensity of it while the delicious feeling lasted. He relaxed again after a moment, shivering once or twice and easing up on where his fingers were digging into Jacob’s flesh. “Jesus,” he breathed, and let out a soft shaky laugh.
Jacob felt like he could do this all day, even if his mouth got tired and the position he was in wasn't exactly relaxing. He took his time, certainly, and only ramped it up when it felt like Connor was ready to come. Teasing and withholding wasn't really his role in this relationship though he might at some point do it just to be a brat. Today wasn't the right day for it, today he just wanted to make Connor as happy as he could be, they both needed all the Good they could get. He swallowed every drop, moving with Connor's body and not stopping until Connor relaxed again on the bed. Then he sat up, licking his lips as he moved to stretch out next to his dom, draping his arm over his torso and resting his head on his hand.
There was no shortage of happiness in Connor at the moment, in spite of the stress of what they’d been through for the past couple of days. Jacob had wiped all that away, intentionally or not. Everything seemed handle-able and like it would all be okay as long as they were together, and wasn’t that part of love? Connor lay there for a while, just letting his body wind down and gazing up at his beautiful boy, lazily stroking his fingers against the arm across his ribs. “You don’t have to be afraid to express yourself to me, you know,” he eventually murmured. “I don’t have any strict definitions or expectations about love. I’m too old for that. It can just be what it is.”
Jacob smiled at that, both relieved and slightly embarrassed that Connor was bringing it up - if he even meant that specifically. "I was really tired and scared when we talked on the phone," he said softly as he let his finger explore Connor's skin. "And it's really, really soon, I know. But I'm definitely- you make feel a lot." His smile turned bashful and he felt the need to turn things just a bit lighter. "And it's been longer for me if you think about it. I've wanted you since I first met you, I don't even know if you remember it. There was a rope workshop in a yoga studio and you complimented my friend's work. On me."
Connor smiled at him. “Oh I remember,” he assured him softly. The rope rig had been excellent, and the subject inside it even more so. He’d remembered Jacob when the boy had reached out to him on Fetlife, and he’d never forgotten him. Connor couldn’t help but be glad that their strange life circumstances had led them both here to connect someplace that held fewer distractions ... in a sense, anyway, because apparently there was plenty of weird shit going on in this town. It mattered less to him at the moment. “You make me feel a lot too,” Connor added, and lifted his head enough to kiss Jacob. “So let’s just be open with each other and see where it takes us.”
In that moment Jacob was definitely feeling all of those things multiplied. Just hearing Connor felt the same, that he wasn't freaked out about how fast this was going, that he wanted to move forward in the way that he did - it was all enough to make Jacob's heart feel full. "Sounds good to me," he said softly and when Connor rested his head again, he snuggled in against his side, nuzzling his nose against his cheek. "You sure you want me to move in here?" he asked after a moment, a little grin curling his lips. "I can take up a lot of space."
He happily made those small adjustments to re-settle, his arm tucked under Jacob’s neck, fingers curling lightly against the back of his shoulder. His body felt so nice against Connor’s, it made him really look forward to having it there every single night. He chuckled faintly. “I can always just tie you up if you get unruly,” Connor murmured with a little grin. “But yes, fuck yes I’m sure. I’ve barely even settled into this place, it’ll be amazing to have you here.” Maybe it would even start to feel like a home.
Jacob grinned and gave him a little squeeze. He knew of course that Connor's stay in Point Pleasant was temporary, whether it lasted weeks or months, he wasn't moving here for good. Unless the place worked its dark magic on him like it did everyone else, of course. But temporary was good enough right now, for all he knew they'd get killed by some horrible shadow monster long before they even considered leaving, everything felt so uncertain. He'd take temporary. They deserved to feel good, no matter how rushed or crazy it was. "I'd like to take this moment to remind you I have a safeword," he teased. "And I'm not afraid to use it to get out of your ropes if I have work to do."
Connor laughed softly. “Work-schmerk,” he countered, rolling his eyes teasingly. “Your work is to be my good boy.” He rolled onto his side and half on top of Jacob to playfully squish him, nuzzling his face into his neck to nibble at his skin. Connor was kidding, of course, he wanted Jacob to have a full life under his roof ... he just wanted to be heavily involved in it, to take care of him. He had weirdly genuine hope that it would work out that way, too. After a couple of truly hopeless-feeling days, it was nice to indulge in that sense of optimism about the future. It was just one of many indulgences he planned on enjoying today. They both deserved it.
Jacob knew on some level that he was joking but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a little tempting to do nothing with his life but be Connor's boy. Eventually it might get boring, he'd at least want to keep working on his art, but it sure sounded nicer than working at an arcade or tending bar. He laughed and wound his arms around Connor, letting himself indulge in that fantasy where all he had to do with his time was keep the house clean, give good head, get fucked and draw. There really was no downside to that dream that he could think of, especially not when Connor was this physically close, his mouth tickling his neck a little and the weight of his body making Jacob feel grounded and safe.